Understanding great divine principles has led me to overcome mountainous tremors, that extinct, now can radically repower my existence into a transcendental quagmire that neither recreates or deviates from it’s original path and purposefully now I rectify all the overpowering feelings that encapsulate the cause; being stated the ones for so long who have gone without love, the ending to a song forlorn , or the countless recipes grandmothers look up in their books that heal children’s nightmares. The whimsical diaspora that cognizes great heredity within this chasm metaphorically we could all digest the spirit and looking at the pearly white gems coming, spewing, splurting across our semi understood galaxy we possess a mandate to recreate the finale ability that aptly reassures our existence. The existence of you and me is only reminiscent of the faces that you see, spirally out of the sea of seen is a kindly old man and his waitress. Searing on the stove of delight is a candleman who fights for his life and caring about the misanthropes that demonstrate great possibilities, he throws his wrist and glares, “I am the name of the voice you seek. Speak kindly and the dream may transform.” So supposing opposing positions were taken and an understanding of one language was blasted while the other members lost in the rhythm of conversation took no more notice to the trouble than the first who mistook the lyrics for a signature from time and space appropriately attuned to the nomenclature that possess the keys to unlock majesty.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 00:18:35 +0000
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